PRODUCE PARASITIC SLIME
WHEN RUMI’S BOIL IS LANCED
SAINT TERESA OF AVILA*
*See Rumi's Boil & St. Tereasa's account
further down in this post
PEARLS OF GREAT PRICE
THERE ARE NO LIES
GERMS OF GREAT DECEIT
I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire.
He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart,
and to pierce my very entrails;
when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also,
and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God.
The pain was so great, that it made me moan;
and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain,
that I could not wish to be rid of it.
The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God.
The pain is not bodily, but spiritual;
though the body has its share in it.
It is a caressing of love so sweet
which now takes place between the soul and God,
that I pray God of His goodness
to make him experience it
who may think that I am lying.
St. Teresa of Avila
The Interior Castle
Full (short) article here:
how can it heal
and how can you regain your health?
Your situation is agonizing now
but it will free you from what has been blocking you.
The Rumi Card Book
see more here:
That means getting rid of all the unnecessary things,
not only in your home but also in your mind,
in your emotions, in your body,
and in your consciousness.
Drop your conclusions and make a fresh attempt
in whatever you do in your life,
including the spiritual process.
(arrives on sceen 9:29 a.m.....Synchronistic! )
so we've picked a few favorites from prior afternoon ocean scenes.
it is the artist’s task to liberate the present from the past
and James Baldwin’s immortal assertion that
“a society must assume that it is stable, but the artist must know, and he must let us know, that there is nothing stable under heaven,”
Auden returns to the artist’s task as a force of wakefulness for regime-tranquilized society:
Every artist feels himself at odds with modern civilization.
In our age, the mere making of a work of art is itself a political act. So long as artists exist, making what they please and think they ought to make, even if it is not terribly good, even if it appeals to only a handful of people, they remind the Management of something managers need to be reminded of, namely, that the managed are people with faces, not anonymous numbers, that Homo Laborans is also Homo Ludens.
From this well-connected article:
...Political Power of Art...
Will be lost.
Everything you have
Will be lost.
Everything you will have
Will likewise be lost.
Why make them important?
What is infinite?
Where would it go?